Mascara Woes
Mascara smudged – through the tears
I see the rumbling truth being preached
By silent prayers, gentling peace…
Doubting the whispers of yesterday’s dream,
I fall to my knees, murmuring – tender
Feelings bleeding through veins filled with
Temptations, exposing the distractions –
Little things, simplicity spilling from the windows,
Panes squeaky clean and sparkling from
The memory of hands swiping away the filth,
The pride and the jilted guilt, shame
Overburdened prayers….
Mascara smudges, through dewlike slits
Promises of the past arousing the flow of tears,
The melancholic growth, pouring out yearnings,
Longing for the light – the undemanding, casting shadows
Through the heart, the spirit, the soul’s
Kiss, a wish falling from the stardust night,
Smearing grief over the definition of hope,
Piercing through the darkest dread, never doubting
The dreams being fed by ghosts, haunting
Poignant history, hated and evocative,
Like the genius found playing with hearts
Who know laughing, trembling songs,
Tunes, refrains, rhythms…
Its one moment of harmony and three times
The noise, tumults of risk erasing the calm,
Still, like a prayer – a piece of tomorrow
In the lines of a story who believes, who sees
The wonder of leftover feelings, bleeding
Blending into the past, like grace – freeing
A lifetime of music, poetry, reasons for this
Moment, this time, this blessing –
Hopeful like love yet hopeless like a skeptic,
Suspicious and breathing fogs of endless
Indifference, uncertainty and hesitating
Through the moon’s colorless glow,
Splendid and spotless, like the miracle
Roaring with blistering wishes…
Mascara spoiled by the waltz, dancing
Like fireflies – sprinkled with light,
Soft and vibrant, holding thoughts through
The night, glorious, glistening, hearts
Rising to meet the challenge from afar,
Confronting yesterday and meeting a moment
Too weary, too old, too quiet and too doubtful
To be a part of the whimsical palliating
Joy, the love that comes to those who realize
It is in the doing, not the words spoken –
The doing tells the whole story, doing is what
Knows the promise will become the gift
Love that never dies…
Love that never dies, rubbing away the smudges
With hands who held onto hope long after
All hope was gone – hanging on with tears, moist
On the spirit, long past the day when this feeling
Meant that the former things are gone…
In tears, they linger on….
In tears, they linger on and on
Mascara smeared, running down long forgotten
Hearts… hearts who resemble the times
Before pride colored the feelings in black, replaced
The music with lonely left behind by vanity,
Poured out on the soul who is overdue, dirty
And forgotten…
Now humble, tears invite a spark, a flicker
From yesterday… dancing through the tears,
Glistening like stars on the night, yet these stars
Are mere memories come to life inside
The heart who knows – these mascara woes
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Regina Mcintosh
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